Sometimes I wish that I might do

Just one grand deed and die,

And by that one grand deed reach up

To meet God in the sky.

But such is not Thy way, O God,

Not such is Thy decree,

But deed by deed, and tear by tear,

Our souls must climb to Thee,

As climbed the only Son of God

From manger unto Cross,

Who learned, through tears and bloody sweat,

To count this world but loss;

Who left the Virgin Mother’s Arms

To seek those arms of shame,

Outstretched upon the lonely hill

To which the darkness came.

As deed by deed, and tear by tear,

He climbed up to the height,

Each deed a splendid deed, each tear

A jewel shining bright,

So grant us, Lord, the patient heart,

To climb the upward way,

Until we stand upon the height,

And see the perfect day.